Ye Xian saw Xiang Fang's childlike fidgeting posture, and couldn't help but open his mouth to relieve his senior brother.

"Uncle Shi, my senior brother is an honest man, don't embarrass him. ”

The old man lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the dough that he had been fiddling with for decades but never got bored at all, never looking up, but smiling strongly.

"That's how honest people have to bang and beat. ”

Although he respects the elders in his family very much, such a Jianghu person who is famous for killing is still very strange when he hears others say that he is an honest person.

The old man who sold wontons still said to himself.

"Among all the apprentices, your senior brother is most like Ye Ting, who walked the rivers and lakes from the age of sixteen to the time of marrying his wife, and he pays attention to the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, while your third junior brother who killed the Liukou on the southwest border is most like after the age of ten. Before the eighteen-year-old transcendent sainthood, your master conquered the world to flatten the Central Plains and even the entire south with a sword, but you are the guy who is most like Ye Ting when he was a child, he is stupid and stupid, he is very horizontal in front of outsiders, and he can't wipe his face in front of his family, so except for you, the little junior brother who is destined to inherit the black knife, you are the only one among all the apprentices who has practiced the knife like him. ”

The old man paused, and the dough under his hand had been kneaded just when it was at its most transparent, and the old man began to add various kinds of chopped nuts to the dough.

"So Ye Ting, that guy seems to be beating you the most, but isn't he beating himself when he was young? Some truths are old, and he doesn't bother to talk about them after he gets smarter, he just wants to tell you, whether he is afraid of him or not, Ye Ting doesn't matter, and he doesn't care whether your group of disciples abide by the etiquette of master and apprentice, in the end, there is nothing terrible in this world, but you have to know how good it is, at least who is good for you, and who is an outsider, there should always be a difference. ”

The old man seemed to be distracted for a moment, and the action of constantly stirring the syrup in the pot in his hand was also slightly sluggish.

"There are some things that people who have experienced in their lives and don't want to mention it a second time, and they don't even want to tell you the truth, but they are counting on the same loss, and their apprentices must not suffer a second time. ”

Xiang Fang nodded, to be honest, he still felt a little foggy, but he didn't know why, this master called the most inquisitive scholar among the living people in the world, and his words really made sense, even if he didn't understand, so Xiang Fang nodded.

It's not that he doesn't like to think deeply, it's just that Xiang Fang's only bit of brain is used to fight with people, and it's really too difficult for him to think about things other than fighting.

Xiang Fang sat down peacefully, and Ye Xian picked up the steaming and fragrant chicken soup wontons that night for the first time.

It was the first time he had eaten this kind of chicken soup wonton in twenty years.

There are still some differences between the northern and southern ravioli.

Most of the northern wontons are about two circles larger than the southern wontons, because the northerners are generally larger than the southerners in terms of body shape, so they can eat more, so the northern wontons are bigger, like a small meat ball, and more oil will be mixed in them when they are stuffed, so the northern wonton fillings are large and thick, otherwise they are easy to be boiled into a piece of soup.

It is also for this reason that the filling of northern wontons is full of flavor, so there is a little less trickery on the soup of the wontons, just ordinary water boiling.

As for the south, it is different, the people in the south, especially Jiangnan Province, are particularly particular about eating and drinking, and they pay attention to small and exquisite, which is similar to their usual preference for playing with some small and delicate objects when they are idle.

Therefore, the wontons in Jiangnan Province are generally smaller, but they are small and small, but there are a lot of ingredients in them, and the filling is large and thin, and it is also full of sincerity.

However, the southern taste is light, and you can't eat the heavy taste of oil and salt, so more flavors are put on this soup made by the old fire, especially the chicken soup soup is the most common and the most delicious, and the slightly sweet chicken soup is the best partner of southern wontons.

Of course, this also has to do with the output of both the North and the South.

Jiangnan Province is known as the land of fish and rice, and the output of grains is the highest in the world, so there is enough grain to feed chickens and ducks, so in the territory of Daxia, the chickens and ducks in Jiangnan Province are the cheapest, and even ordinary crops who make a living from farming can do it once every two days.

And the Liaodong region where Ye Xian has lived since he was a child is different.

There are many mountains and mountains in Liaodong and the temperature is low in all seasons, so it is not very suitable for the growth of grains, so although the Liaodong region is vast and rich, the yield of rice and other rice is very embarrassing to the people of Liaodong.

So in Liaodong, rice and corn are two kinds of things, and even people can't afford to eat them, let alone chickens and ducks?

Ye Xian scooped up a wonton with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, although the outer skin of the wonton was cold, the juice inside was still hot, which made Ye Xian's lips and teeth fragrant at the same time, and also scalded Ye Xian not lightly.

The main thing is that after the wonton is in the stomach, there is a burst of warmth all over the body.

Jiangnan Province is extremely humid, especially in the early morning and evening, it is even colder, Ye Xian felt the chill spread from the soles of his feet all over his body after sitting on the stool, of course, this is also related to the internal injuries on his body now.

But the chicken soup wonton into the stomach, even if there is no spicy food, still makes Ye Xian feel the warmth of the belly spread throughout his body.

Ye Xian involuntarily ate two more.

The wonton entered the abdomen and the hot air surged up, and Ye Xian unconsciously exhaled a breath of hot air.

Xiang Fang immediately sensed that something was wrong, because he found that Ye Xian's breath was faintly filled with a trace of purple mist.

It's just that before Xiang Fang could speak, the old Confucian who was working on the board on the side spoke:

"Don't spit out anything you eat in your stomach, or this good thing will be ruined!"

Ye Xian naturally understood when he heard this, and subconsciously covered his mouth to prevent the purple mist from flowing out.

Ye Xian originally thought that he was just an ordinary wonton in his stomach, but he didn't expect that the old Confucian in his master's mouth would actually give him such a big gift as soon as they met.

The day before, on the official road, Ye Xian forcibly opened the black knife seal, so that the power of the red dust sealed in the knife by the black knife masters of the past generations was scattered for his own use.

However, the power of red dust is similar to the power of cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao, and it is not something that ordinary people can contaminate, so Ye Xian seems to have won, but his body has been turned upside down because of the power of red dust.

It's just that everything is turned upside down, and at this moment, after he eats the bowl of wontons that Confucius laboriously made, he will all return to calm, like stagnant water.